I’ve ignored my blog for awhile, but I’m back. Maybe. Sorry I am offering nothing original with the following links post. Perhaps you will like the original things other people wrote, and that I am linking to?
Today, the Internet cared about a Twitter thing called @Horse_ebooks. The feed has contained vaguely poetic bits, links, hints at wisdom, and I don’t know what all else. (I still have not looked at the feed.) The kicker is, people have been reading these tweets for awhile now, years maybe, not knowing whether the feed was coming from a spambot or an artist. Susan Orlean cleared it up today with a New Yorker blog post: an artist took over a spam account.
Or something. There are times when I just cannot be bothered to understand something happening in pop (cult?) culture, and this is one of them. I feel a little like this writer’s mom, when he tried to explain the Horse_ebooks thing to her:
Really, the whole point of including this thing about Horse_ebooks was so I could include that screen grab and link to Seth Rosenthal’s interview with his mom.
About a year ago, I took a freelance writing gig that required me to edit web copy for a content farm. I guess that’s what you’d call it. It was a site that regurgitated content from other sites, and it was (I assume) highly optimized to get search engine traffic. The site offered no services of any kind; it was solely link bait. My task was to ensure that certain keywords appeared X number of times on each page and to shine up the language enough that it no longer resembled robotspeak. In retrospect, I’m not sure why the site’s owner hired an editor. Who would actually read this SEO-addled, weird corner of the Internet? Who would think it was anything other than an advertising trap?
Maybe that gig is why I am not comprehending Horse_ebooks. Why would you want your work to look like something a spambot spit out?
The second-best thing about Twitter is @birdsrightsactivist.
The first best was when #solidarityisforwhitewomen happened and white feminists (I am a white feminist) learned to shut up and listen to feminists of color. I mean, we listened for a minute. We’ll see how well it sticks.
Speaking of feminism, the delightfully wicked Mallory Ortberg at The Toast has some lullabies for misandrists. They’re perfect for bedtime. Sleep tight, sweet feminists.
P.S. Now that I think about it, I’m not so sure the Birds Rights Activist isn’t just Twitter dribble, either. That’s OK. No regrets.